Gwynn leaned on Noah's shoulder and gazed out of the window.

Clusters of fireworks rose in the night. They were brilliant but fleeting. She couldn't help feeling melancholic, but she had Noah by her side.

He said, "The flowers will bloom again next year, Gwynn. I'll accompany you through all kinds of festivals every year. I'll be there with you through our children's every single birthday."

Noah added, "We will be happy for a long time, Gwynn."

They nestled by the window together and watche